Returning to ’90s, She Became Famous in Major Surgical Fields

Fu Xinheng was in the same department as Zhu Huicang; a cardiologist surgeon.

The man who followed Fu Xinheng in was also more formal. He wore a grey cashmere coat with a belt and appeared a bit flirtatious. His name was Chang Jiawei, an orthopedist.

Fu Xinheng and Chang Jiawei were classmates. They were not graduates from Gouxie University but from another well-known domestic medical school.

According to rumours , the Gouxie Hospital annually hired individuals who were focused toward the entire society and were enthusiastic about medicine. No matter where they received their education, the Gouxie Hospital would be interested in hiring a skilled doctor. This caused growth despite intense internal competition.

“If I had known, wouldn’t it have been better to arrive a day later?” Zhu Huicang complained in a whisper to his two old classmates who wanted to visit tonight. On the first day of the new year, everyone naturally wanted to pay Dean Wu their New Year’s greetings.

“Dean Wu had asked him to come at noon today, but he had to perform an operation on a patient last night and couldn’t come early. He called and adjusted the time to evening.” Ren Chongda said.

“It could be tomorrow.” Zhu Huicang insisted.

He saw that he was blamed for no reason, so Cao Yong asked back.

“Why are you afraid of him?”

Zhu Huicang said, “I’m not afraid of him. I don’t really want to meet him face to face.”

The fact was that Zhu Huicang and Fu Xinheng were hired to the cardiac surgery department in the same year.

But now, it was obvious that Fu Xinheng had stepped ahead of Zhu Huicang, and was expected to be promoted to deputy chief physician in the near future. If it was for this reason that Zhu Huicang was jealous and afraid of the other party, then that was not the case.

Cao Yong and Ren Chongda were well aware of this, so they remained silent alongside Zhu Huicang.

Jiang Ying always said to the visitors. “Don’t be shy, you move your own chairs and sit there.”

“Teacher, we will help you move the chairs.” Zhang Xiaohui and the others moved together to help Fu Xinheng and Chang Jiawei move the chairs.

Chang Jiawei recognized them and said, “Hey, are you Zhang Xiaohui?”

“Yes, Teacher Chang,” Zhang Xiaohui finally said with a smile. Regardless of how attentive they were, neither the Three Musketeers nor the later Tao Zhijie paid any attention to all three of them.

“Didn’t our hospital throw a New Year’s Eve party a few days ago? You performed “The Hilly Road Turns Eighteen Times” on stage, which was beautiful. Today you look really beautiful in this clothes,” Chang Jiawei said, looking at her skirt and cashmere jacket.

Someone remembered the song she sang a few days ago and said she was beautiful. Zhang Xiaohui felt delighted.

“Zhang Xiaohui?”

Someone called her name again and recalled the song she sang. Zhang Xiaohui’s heart was even more elated at that moment.

Unexpectedly, the person who called her name suddenly stared at her face this time. “You are Zhang Xiaohui!”

Surprised, Zhang Xiaohui turned her head and found that the person who spoke was Zhu Huicang. She was stunned. “Teacher Zhu?”

Others were surprised to hear Zhu Huicang’s strange tone.

Ren Chongda thought of something. Apparently, he merely touched his nose and did not speak.

Anyway, someone spoke up.

“What happened?” Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie asked, hearing Zhu Huicang’s tone. They knew something was wrong, and Zhu Huicang’s expression confirmed their thoughts.

“Do you like to hear her sing?” Chang Jiawei asked with a smile, not thinking that anything big could happen. Today was Chinese New Year’s Day. If anything could happen, it must be a good thing.

“Why should I listen to her singing?” Zhu Huicang was furious. He tossed the dumpling onto the plate and asked Zhang Xiaohui, “Why aren’t you answering Dr. Lin’s call?”